Black and White Stories
My darkroom phase wasn’t as much about learning
to see in black & white or teasing the image
out of a negative as it was about nostalgia.
Learning the details of a photo by tracing
my finger over the lines and shades
of a colorless image was like a journey
into the past. My past, and yours.
My early years were captured
primarily in black & white.
Now, as then, I find a story
in those gray shades.
Each time I view the one photo I have of you
as a child I discover new details.
A photo of us, together, says as much
about your life as it does about mine.
And my favorite photo of you, taken
during my darkroom phase.
I trace those lines and find stories.
The photos here are mine
My father (3 years old?)
Sitting on my father’s lap
My father, in the 1980s
This is my response to dVerse Poets: 8th year Anniversary, and the prompt from guest host Brian Miller, which is to write a poem that captures a moment
in a way that evokes memories and experiences.
On her first visit,
I took her to the lake
and the river, of course,
and she marveled.
How could they be so blue?
That river, those lakes,
both great and small,
were my home, and so simply
how they were meant to be.
This is my response to Quadrille #107 – Blue Monday —
the prompt from Kim at dVersePoets Pub, which is to use the word blue
in a 44-word poem, with no required meter or rhyme.
Lake Erie at Buffalo, New York
The Whirlpool in the Niagara River Gorge
(click each to see larger image in new tab)
ballet of fireflies
bids farewell to fading light
evening chill sets in
This haiku is my response to Carpe Diem
Exploring the Beauty of Haiku #1827 Paradox.
I see it more as irony, and perhaps this includes two instances?
Also shared with Colleen’s 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday
#Poetry Challenge No. 185, #Poet’sChoice.
Image source: Museum of Fine Arts Boston
Tree Cricket and Firefly, by Kitagawa Utamoro
buck moon answers with silence
This haiku is my response to Frank Tassone’s #Haikai Challenge #146: Buck Moon.
The July full moon is known as the Thunder Moon,
Hay Moon, Wort Moon, or Buck Moon.
Image source: KOMO News
This senryū is my response to Carpe Diem
Exploring the Beauty of Haiku #1526 Juxtaposition,
with the challenge to write a haiku with juxtaposition,
or contrast in comparison – here the switch from virus to reading, playing
off of the term novel (or new). Senryū are often cynical or darkly humorous.
Image source: Wikimedia Commons
at the bird feeder
squirrel stealing seeds
The prompt for Carpe Diem
– Exploring the Beauty of Haiku
is to write a haiku using the apokoinou
technique of writing – the second line acts
as an extension for the first line
and as a beginning for the third line.
finds morning beauty
This haiku is my response to Frank Tassone’s
#Haikai Challenge #144: wild iris.
Image source: Wikimedia Commons
Iris and Kingfisher, by Ohara Koson
so below, within the pulse that emerges
star fields forming just beyond
flames engulfing, just as quickly receding
depth in layers revealing what was always there
currents that conceal nothing and everything
eclipsing perception even as stars dance
their light washing away all you perceive
offering instead an amorphous birth
life in starlight
This ekphrastic poem is my response to the prompt for Reena’s Exploration Challenge #141 – Free Flow, which is to express a free flow of thoughts inspired by As Above, a video by artist Roman Hill showing the surface of a fluid chemical reaction accompanied by a pensive score.
Also shared with Open Link Night #269 at dVerse Poets Pub.
Image: screenshot from the video “As Above”
AS ABOVE from Roman Hill on Vimeo.
nights growing longer
This haiku is my response to Frank Tassone’s #Haikai Challenge #144: Solstice I.
Image: Crescent Moon (16%) 24 June 2020 ~ 8:00pm CST (left) & 10:00pm CST (right)
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24 June 2017
In Love’s Warmth
A shining day approaches, the celebration of the day, three years ago, when family and friends witnessed the union of two souls beneath a lighthouse tower on the shore of Lake Erie. Our paths, separate and whole, met and became one in a way possible only through a desire to be complete, each with the other, no longer alone. As equals, we gladly followed the path before us, each knowing the love, grief, joy, hardship, and elation of the other.
Experienced by all present, our beacon of love could not be denied.
flow from heart to heart
in love’s warmth
This is my response to Traditional writing: on a shining topic,
the prompt from Lillian at dVerse Poets Pub, which is to write a haibun
about “One Shining Moment” in the writer’s life.